Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“I know you’re acting like me defending myself is some big crime. Like I owed it to that fuck nugget to just let him have his fun and grin and bear it. Well fuck that. I’m not that kind of girl, and I never fucking will be. If someone thinks they can take liberties with me, then they’re damn well going to deal with the consequences. And I don’t give a fuck what you have to say about it.”

That’s right girl.

And it’s not just me who wants to help her. The others do too. It matters to them. She matters to them, whether they want to admit it or not.

He wrote a word on my chest with our mingled blood, and it stands out in stark red against my pale skin. Mine.

these men?” he asks me. “The four who own this house?” “Oh, I’m fucking all of them,” I reply, keeping my tone even.

“What the fuck did I just say?” I shoot back. “If you wanted to keep your clothes so bad, you shouldn’t have taken them off here in the first place. Now get lost and stay that way. If I ever see you here again, you’re going to fucking regret it. I promise you that.”

“What the fuck is this about then?” “She doesn’t get to touch what’s mine!”

“You like it,” he says. “Being ours. You fight it because that’s what you do, who you are. You’re a fighter. But you still like it. It gets you right here.”

“I’m not letting you go,” he snarls. “I’m not letting them take you. Not going to let anyone fucking hurt you.” He ties the last knot with an almost vicious tug and then yanks on it to make sure it’s not going to come undone. “I’ll keep you locked away if I have to, but I’m not losing you.”